The streak
We complain like difficulty is a surprise.
Like something went wrong.
But look at the line you come from.
Every famine. Every plague. Every war that redrew the map.
Someone with your blood made it through each one.
Not by accident.
By being the kind of person who finds a way.
The ones who folded didn't become ancestors.
The ones who kept going did.
You're not randomly here.
You're the latest result of a very long unbroken streak.
Think about that next time a Saturday feels like too much.
You didn't come from nowhere. Every filter history ran, someone with your blood passed. Don't be the first to fold.